DECEMBER 2008 | BEN:

    My flight back to Europe was early on New Year's Day. So I booked a hotel room in Boston and on New Year's Eve my dad drove us here. We had plans to spend the night at the hotel and wish each other a happy new year, before I head to the airport in the morning and he drives back to Vermont.

    "Penny for your thoughts," I said as I sat down next to my father, who was smiling ear-to-ear.

    "Oh, I'm just thinking how nice these hotel robes are."

    He and I were wearing the fluffy robes the hotel had provided, but I had a feeling that wasn't the reason why Dad was in such a good mood.

    "Liar. You're thinking about Gary again," I called him out.

    Ever since Christmas, I'd been teasing my father about his relationship with his new neighbor. Gary was now Dad's new hiking buddy, and the two never missed a day to meet up and walk through the woods. 

    "What do you do, during your 'walks,' anyway?" I continued to tease. I could just imagine my father on his knees in the forest, sucking Gary's thick cock.

    "We just... enjoy the nature," Dad said coyly. 

    "Well, I'm leaving, so you can enjoy your house now as well. No need to freeze outside."

    "Oh, we'll be alright. We kinda like doing it in the woods," my father winked at me, getting more candid and open with me.

    "I'm happy for you, Dad," I said and put my arm around him. "I mean, even if you and Gary are just buddies or whatever you turn out to be, it's nice to have a friend nearby."

    "I agree. And Benny... Thanks for pushing me to go meet him."

    "Ah, no problem, Pops. I'm just sorry I can't be here for you more often."

    "Don't be. You have your life in Europe, and it sounds very exciting as is. Don't worry about me. I'll be alright. Especially now."

    I smiled, and hugged my dad tighter. We were on the 12th floor, facing the window, and looking out at the city streets covered in snow. 

    "Your mom spoke to Danica's parents over the holidays," Dad suddenly brought up my son's mother. "She's pregnant again."

    "That's nice," I nodded. 

    Danica had gotten married before graduating college four years ago, and she already had one other child other than Sam. Seems like she was about to have a third. I was happy for her, but more importantly: I was happy for my son, who seemed to be growing up in a nice, "normal" family. Even though I missed him, this was what was best for him. I just knew she and her husband were good parents and good people (probably better than me on both accounts). Even though I was making a lot more money now than when we'd signed our child support settlement, Danica never asked me for more. Indeed, it was I who offered it voluntarily last year.

    "You know, I understand what you did," Dad said and he put his hand on my bare knee. "But if you ever want to see the boy... I'm sure that could be arranged."

    "Not now," I sighed. "He's so young, it'll just confuse him. Maybe when he's a bit older. Old enough to understand."

    Dad rubbed my hairy leg comfortingly, moving up from my knee to my thigh. 

    "I love you, son," he said. And just like that, very unexpectedly, I started to pop a boner.

    I looked down and laughed. There was no hiding it through my very loosely-tied robe. It popped up to say hello, and when Dad noticed it he laughed out loud as well.

    "What do you say?" he looked up at me. "One more time for old times' sake?"

    And next, we whipped out our cocks and jerked off side-by-side, until we shot our loads just seconds – and inches – from each other. 

 

ANDREW:

    Growing up, I didn't get to spend too much time with my father, but we still had a good relationship. I was an only child, and after the divorce, whenever I'd go to stay with him it was "just us guys" around the house. My dad did his best to make up for the time he didn't get to spend with me, so we were pretty close. Still, I had no idea what it would lead to one day.

    The previous week had been filled with mind-blowing moments. The foursome with Dad, Nick and Ben was beyond anything I'd experienced before. My dad had watched me getting fucked in the ass, and even said that he liked seeing it. I had been just a few feet away as my father fucked his neighbor, watching the cock that created me seed another man's virgin hole. It seemed like a dream the next morning, but I'd emerged from the guest room to find Dad and Nick in bathrobes, sitting next to one another on the couch drinking coffee. They weren't quite cuddling, but they sat tight against each other. Ben had woken up and joined us soon after, and an hour later the two of them were headed back to Nick's.

    We all exchanged numbers, and later that day my father said in an amused voice that he'd received a text from Nick: "Hi." I encouraged him to send one back, and before I knew it they were planning a hike for the following day. I'd spent the last two years trying to convince my dad to start texting, and it cracked me up that it took a tryst with a sexy neighbor to make it happen.

    Dad and I had talked a lot over the past few days as well. About life, love, sex, and how people changed over time. It wasn't hard for me to imagine my father having sex with another man (and certainly not after having seen it up close), but hearing that he'd actually dated a couple guys was something I had trouble wrapping my mind around at first. Though that too became an easier concept to grasp, whenever I'd see how he acted after returning from a hike with Nick. Dad was doing his best to play it close to the vest, but I could tell he was really enjoying the excursions and getting to know his new friend better.

    The one thing we didn't discuss at all was the foursome. It's not like we pretended it hadn't happened. On the occasion that it was referenced in other conversations about Nick or Ben, Dad just referred to it as "what happened on Christmas." It was incredible to get to know my father in a totally new way this past week, but I couldn't stop replaying that night in my head. I felt an urge to talk about it with Dad, to ask him how he felt, but I could never quite form an actual question to speak out loud.

    The truth was, I wasn't even sure how I felt about it. I'd never allowed myself to think of my father in a sexual way before. I'd been fascinated with his body around the time I started puberty, just like any gay boy. But I hadn't had the fixation that I know some guys had formed on their dads, driving them to constantly seek out older men as partners. Now I wondered if I was playing catch-up in that area. Sometimes it felt like I couldn't even go a few minutes without picturing him naked on his bed, hard cock wet and flopping around. Then him taking charge and giving Nick the fuck of his life. I would get hard thinking about it, but I wouldn't let myself take the step of jerking off to the memory. Part of me hoped for another chance with Ben, if just to relieve some tension. But we'd both made the trip to spend time with our dads and it didn't seem right to be so distracted from that. Even Dad and Nick limited their time together this past week to a few afternoon hikes, though they probably felt a strong pull to see more of one another.

    Yesterday when Dad had run to town to do laundry and get a few groceries, I found that I couldn't keep it pent up any longer and I took advantage of the alone time. Five minutes after he was gone, I was in Dad's room and on his bed, naked and hard, jerking off like crazy. The smell of his room, of the sheets, of him — I took it all in. I turned over and slowly rubbed my leaking cock up and down the fitted sheet where Dad slept. I even pressed my hardon into his pillow, hoping he'd be able to smell me while he slept that night. I thought about how it would feel to share his bed with him, to be with him like that. I put myself face down on the bed, with my ass up and pointed at the bedroom door, fingering myself and imagining him coming in to see me like that. It felt wrong to fantasize about all of this, but I came so fucking hard from it. I felt a bit more settled after that, my mind a little clearer. Just a normal thing to be working through after what happened, I told myself.

    Since I'd been here, Dad and I spent most evenings after dinner watching movies. Last night, after my session in his room, I'd still felt a desire to be closer to him. So I scooted over next to him on the couch and cuddled up a little. It was something I'd done a lot when I was younger, but it had been a long time since. He even commented on how he'd missed that, and squeezed his arm around me tightly as we enjoyed the rest of the sci-fi thriller.

    And now, it was New Year's Eve. I thought I was fine, and I started the day feeling calm and content. But then Dad walked into the room in just his bathrobe again, and all of a sudden I wasn't feeling so calm anymore. It seems like once a door has been opened, it was tough to close it again. Just like it seemed to be tough for my father to keep his robe fully closed. He'd made some comment about not wanting to do laundry as an excuse for staying in the robe, but from comments he'd made I'd gathered that when he was alone here he spent most of his time naked. Keeping my mind off my father's cock was tough when it seemed to flash in front of me every ten minutes when he'd get up or reach for something.

    By the time 8 PM rolled around, we'd had a bottle of wine with dinner and were opening a new one before settling in for another movie night. We both joked about how we'd probably pass out before midnight and miss ringing in the new year, though I found myself hoping that didn't happen. I'd changed into some loose shorts and a T-shirt, which had been my sleepwear while visiting. 

    "So how do you feel about what happened on Christmas, Andy?" Dad asked, out of the blue. I had no idea what to say. I'd gotten used to the idea that we would probably never discuss it. I certainly had lots of feelings about it, but I couldn't possibly imagine verbalizing most of them.

    "It was... unexpected," I said, giving him a sly smile, hoping I sounded calmer than I was feeling inside. "Really fun, it was... cool. To be able to share that with you." Dad looked pleased to hear that, and maybe a little relieved.

    "I feel the same way, son," he said to me, smiling warmly. "It wasn't something I ever imagined we might do but... I'm glad we did." I felt like there was something more he was about to say, but he stayed quiet. He was in his chair tonight, with me on the couch. That was our most common way to spend an evening, but I was hoping he'd share the couch with me like last night, so that I could cuddle up to him again. As it was now, I had a pretty constant view of his cock playing peek-a-boo through the opening of his robe. I had no complaints, but it was quickly taking my mind back to the tumultuous place it had been in for most of the previous week. I realized I should probably be careful with my wine consumption tonight. We'd had something to drink most nights with dinner, but neither of us had been drunk since Christmas. I wasn't sure how I would react if this holiday evening started to feel similar to the last one.

    By 9:45, we'd polished off another bottle and my father had gotten up to grab a new one before we started the next movie. Some comedy that had a few big names, most of whom were known for their dirty humor. Just the kind of stuff Dad always liked. I noticed my father's robe fall open again as we settled in to watch. He didn't even make an effort to fix that this time. I could see his cock resting on his hip, looking thick and heavy. The first time he had a good laugh at one of the performers, I was transfixed by watching it bounce around. Fuck, this was going to be a long night. I needed to get my head on straight. But then again, it was New Year's Eve, right? So I poured myself another glass of wine.

    The movie was even raunchier than I'd expected, and toward the end there was a scene that took place at a sex party. While it was mostly played for laughs, there were tons of extras in many of the shots, some fully nude and often simulating sex. It was enough to get my cock stirring, and I glanced over to see Dad's on full display and definitely looking plump. I saw his hand move to it and give it a quick tug, and then I glanced up to see that he was looking right at me with a silly look on his face. He gave his cock another squeeze and returned his attention to the movie, but left his hand close to his crotch.

    I swallowed, suddenly realizing my throat felt dry and I grabbed my wine glass. But being tipsy, my grip was poor and before the glass made it to my mouth, some of its contents spilled down onto me. I yelped in surprise and Dad glanced over and laughed in a good-natured way. I was drunk enough not to be embarrassed, just rolling my eyes and smiling back at him... and taking another good look at his cock as well, of course.

    We paused the movie for a bathroom break, and I said I would go change clothes since I had spilled. So I stood in my room, naked and staring into a drawer. I was feeling more than just "a little" drunk, but that's not why I was staring. My plan was to come in here, strip off, and go back out to hang with Dad, totally nude. The way his robe was hanging open most of the time, he was practically naked himself. So it would be no big deal, right? The way he'd played with his cock in front of me, I kept thinking it over. Things were getting... interesting, and my heart was racing even just thinking about the possibilities.

    Ultimately, I chickened out and put on some boxer briefs. (I made sure they were tight and cute ones though.) When I came back out, Dad was already back in his chair and I saw him glance over and pop his eyebrows up for a second. Maybe it was because of what I was wearing? I walked over to the seating area without saying anything, but just as I collapsed back onto the couch, my father spoke.

    "Andy, could you get down there and toss another log on the fire?" Dad asked, possibly trying to disperse some of the tension in the air (or maybe I was imagining it all). I nodded and stood up, walking over to the fireplace. There wasn't much wood left in here, we'd need to go chop some more from the outside woodpile tomorrow. I actually had to get down on my knees to grab a piece from the bottom of the rack. And so it made sense to stay that way and use one had to scoot over to the hearth. 

    As I reached in to carefully place the wood, I realized my ass was pointed right at my father. I was privately glad I'd chosen the underwear that I knew made my ass look amazing. And I was hoping Dad was appreciating that. He likes men, and I have a nice ass, so he should be enjoying the sight, right? I took my time getting the log just right, and I flexed my glutes. I even wiggled my ass a little, hopefully not overdoing it. The crackle of the fire was loud in my ears, but I thought I might have heard a soft moan come from Dad. Then again, it could have easily been a sigh or yawn.

    When I was back on the couch, Dad clicked the remote and resumed the movie. Another quick glance allowed me to see that his robe was still open, maybe even more than before. And his cock was probably half-hard, almost to the point of sticking up from his lap. I looked up at his face but my father was focused on the screen as he sipped his wine. I reached for my glass as well.

    By 11:30, the comedy's end credits were rolling and I'd cut myself off, not wanting to get sick or pass out too soon. I'd convinced myself that there were signals coming from Dad but I still wasn't sure how to respond. Was Dad just goofing around? Or was he trying to tell me something? 

    "Son, I want to make sure I have my watch when it's time for the countdown," Dad said. There was something in his voice, I wasn't sure if it was humor or something more mischievous. "I think it's in the drawer next to my bed. Why don't you go get it so we can be ready?"

    I didn't feel like getting up, but the tone in his voice made me think twice. Or maybe it was the little tug he gave his cock after he made the request? He wasn't looking at me when he did it, but he had to know I saw him do it. So I stood up, making no effort to cover the fact that I was fully hard in my boxer briefs by now, and I strolled back to Dad's bedroom.

    As it had yesterday, being in here immediately took me back to the events of Christmas. The sight of Dad up on the bed, looking so hot and manly. Watching him slide his cock into Nick's ass right as Ben was sliding into mine. Fuck, I was so horny.

    I opened the drawer by Dad's bed and I saw his watch in there. Right next to it was a bottle of lube. Probably the same one we'd all used on Christmas. Something took over me: I slid down my boxer briefs, tossed the watch on the bed, and squirted some of the viscous fluid onto my fingers. Then, I spent a good few minutes working it into my hole. When I was able to slide three fingers in easily, I stopped. I looked around and found a towel to wipe off my hand, and then glanced down at my underwear. "Fuck it," I thought, and left the room without putting the boxers briefs back on.

    When I came back out into the living room, Dad was at the kitchen counter facing away from me, wiping off two champagne flutes with a dishrag. I walked up to him and he turned his head to look at me. A big smile appeared on his face when he saw I was naked. Maybe he was even smiling because I was hard? I was so horny and wound up, I felt like I probably couldn't read the situation well. But I was also drunk enough not to care much.

    "You were gone so long, I wondered if I was gonna have to send a search party. But I'm glad you decided to get more comfortable, son," Dad said. "There's a reason I keep the heat turned up so high in here, you know..." My father trailed off as he returned his focus to wiping a spot off the glass. "I got us some champagne for tonight. We want to keep all the New Year's Eve traditions, right?"

    My father set the glass down and looked at me with a mischievous expression. I wondered what other New Year's Eve traditions he might be thinking of. He grabbed the bottle and the two glasses and walked back to his chair near the fireplace. After he set the items down on the small coffee table, he took off his robe. I realized it hadn't been tied around the waist at all, not since I'd gone back into the room to get...

    "Your watch," I said, realizing I had it in my hand. "Here..." I stepped forward so that I was just a few inches from my father. My erect cock had a slight curve to it, and I was so close that if it had stuck straight out it would be poking him in the hip. As it was, I could feel the heat of his body with the sensitive tip of my cock so close to his skin. I moved my hand into his and put the watch into his palm. I let my fingers linger for a moment after letting go. Dad looked down at the watch and then snickered a little. 

    "Thanks, son. Damned if I didn't forget this one has a dead battery," my father said as he reached over and tucked the watch into the pocket of his robe, which he'd draped over the back of his chair. "Why don't you have a seat by the fire, and I'll pour us some champagne. It's getting close to the big moment."

    I smiled at my father and looked into his eyes, and in that moment I let go of any worries or second-guessing. The way he was looking back at me, something just clicked into place in my mind, and I knew no matter what happened, everything was going to be okay. When I stepped back, I noticed Dad's cock was starting to swell up, and I felt my face and chest flush. 

    As I sat down on the edge of the rug nearest the fireplace, Dad got to work on the cork, and a moment later we heard the resounding pop. My father knelt down at the low coffee table with the bottle and began to slowly fill the glasses. His cock was almost fully hard at this point, and he could see me staring right at it.

    "Andy, could you toss another log on the fire for us?" he said while carefully watching the level of foam in each glass.

    I swiveled around and grabbed a piece of wood from the rack, and then smiled when I thought back to when I stoked the fire earlier. As I shifted over to place the log, I made sure my ass was pointed right at Dad again. I could feel the warm air of the room on the lubed-up wetness of my hole. I hoped he was looking.

    After securing the wood in place, I scooted backward a bit on my knees, and suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my lower back. Dad's touch sent a jolt through me and I could feel my cock swell to extreme hardness. I exhaled deeply as he put pressure on my hips. Then, I felt the warmth of his cock as he slid it across the small of my back and along my spine. He pushed his hips against my ass and I sensed the softness of his balls pressing into my ass crack. Taking in a quick breath of surprise, I let it out again as a soft moan. 

    Dad ran his fingers up and down my back sensually as I gently pushed back toward him. We continued to press into one another for a few minutes, enjoying the contact and the chills I could tell we were both having, despite the warmth of the fire. That part of my mind that wouldn't quiet down earlier was now silent. I wouldn't question any of this. I couldn't, because it felt so perfect. When Dad's fingers played at the edge of my asshole, I heard him give an approving grunt as he felt that I had lubed myself up. It was never his intention to send me there for the watch in the first place. He wanted me to find the lube!

    Dad's strong hands held me by my shoulder on one side and my hip on the other, and he used them to keep me steady as he slid his cock into me. I was able to take him all on the first thrust, thanks to my preparation. I felt an amazing moment of pride that I was able to do that for my father. Hearing his moan as he bottomed out inside me made my own cock throb, and I knew I was dripping precum all over the rug. Dad took full advantage of my receptiveness and slowly pulled almost all the way out again, before thrusting back a little harder.

    He repeated this over and over while increasing his speed slowly. We kept doing that long enough for me to lose track of pretty much everything else. I was overwhelmed by the idea that this was all really happening, that it was my own father's cock filling me up so fully right now. When he pulled back and I felt him fully withdraw, it snapped me back to full awareness and I let out a groan of need.

    "I just want you on your back now, Andy," Dad said in a reassuring tone. "It's almost midnight."

    I didn't so much turn over into a sitting position as my father flipped me over. I was on my ass, leaning backward with my legs spread. My hard cock was on full display and for the first time, I saw my father look at me with an animal-like lust in his eyes. I almost shot my load right then. Dad slid toward me on his knees and leaned over me as I let myself fall back onto the rug. His cock found my hole again and this time he looked into my eyes as he got himself lodged deep inside me.

    Even though it was a tradition, it still shocked me when my father muttered "it's time" and came in for a kiss. Nothing could have prepared me for what that felt like. The mix of tenderness and aggression, the gentle probing of his tongue and the soft moans that came from deep within both of us. There were no ringing bells or bursting fireworks happening in our part of rural Vermont this New Year's Eve, but there were plenty happening in my brain right then.

    My father pushed his dick just a little deeper and I sensed a pressure build quickly within me. Combined with everything else, that final thrust sent me over the edge and I felt my cock release my first shots of cum onto my chest and stomach. I cried out that I was cumming, even though it was obvious. My father quickly pressed his body closer to mine, as if he wanted to be sure and save the load in between us. I felt the stickiness spread across our skin and through the hair on our bodies.

    Dad kept fucking me as the rest of my orgasm rolled over me. We alternated between kissing and just holding our heads close together, both gasping for breath. After a moment I had collected myself and was able to focus more on fucking him back, making sure I worked his cock with my insides and giving him pleasure with every thrust. I needed my father's load inside me, more than I'd ever needed anything before.

    He kissed me again when he started to cum, and held me tightly with both arms. I was totally his right then, and even if this never happened again, I knew I would remember this as one of the best nights of my life. I thought about how lucky I was to have a father who was open to being this close. How it was something I might have always wanted, deep down, but never even allowed myself to imagine. I thought about Ben and Nick, and how they had been a part of this as well. As my father filled me with his seed, I hoped that the two of them were enjoying their own special bond tonight as well.

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